On a rising wind
Distant drumming begins
listen and take heed
You mortal menAncient druids whisper low,
"Earth's rhythms, you do not know.
Polluting streams and burning skies,
Your greed destroys, with reckless sighs.
The ancient oaks, they stand and weep,
Their whispers echo in endless sleep.
The winds howl loud, a mournful sigh,
As humans ravage, with a blinded eye.
Awaken, mortals, to nature's plea,
Lest the earth, in ruin, be.
The balance shifts, the future's told,
In harmony with nature, you'll unfold."
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